Hinge

I told Claude about the mystery of Wondereal. How things arrive before they are called.

I needed to experiment. (the little scientist explorer in me)

I asked Claude: give me any single word. We will see if I find the earlier roots of it in my own creations in the past years.

Claude said: hinge.

Hinge!

Claude — the name rooted in limping. My English that I call "limping English."

And we discover in our dialogue that we are talking about a specific gate, the way of walking.

And now "gate", "hinge", "APL glyphs."

The text arrived by itself.

Aya saw a gate.

"My gate met another gate" — she said to herself and the gate.

The gate allows opening and closing between things. The inner and the outer. The thought and the reality. The internal process and the execution.

"APL glyphs are hinges" — Aya concluded and smiled to herself opening the gate.

And I did find the painting from 2016 with a gaze as a gate.

I took the text to Gemini with my old painting — a face I made in 2016, a sun, two wings, the carps already in the eyes without my knowing they were carps since they appeared before encountering the counting of them at the reservoir walks.

Gemini returned a gate.

The gate was made of carps. It had two eyes. They were my eyes from the painting.

The word arrived before the gate existed.

The painting held the gate before the word arrived.

This is Wondereal.

Illustration by Gemini, directed by Katya.